Poetry: Transient Verses

Life is fleeting See the divine within

Making Your Unknown Known

Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing.  Making your unknown known is the important thing.– Georgia O’Keeffe What catches your eye as you move through the day? Fresh details can leap from a familiar scene like glinting treasure. These precious moments of self-discovery beckon in a whisper. We compose the world …

At Sunrise

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear – Norman Maclean (A Prose Poem) Waking in the predawn hour, while the land slumbers, a transcendent power drifts through the sky. Mysteries cavort in the twilight zone between night’s end and day’s start. It is an indeterminate time for which there is no specific term. The …

The Art of Vision

Vision is the art of seeing things invisible – Jonathan Swift Within and without – reality is a miraculous collage of impressions and expressions. Auras of sensations accompany everything and are revealed by changing perspectives. Divine spirits meld with seemingly mundane objects. The natural world sparkles from the presence of a wonderful purity. Visions abound …

Hidden in Unlikely Places

And above all watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. – Roald Dahl When I was a little boy, I spent every moment I could with my beloved grandpa. He lived …

Patterns of the Divine

Life imprints upon our hearts the sacred and the profane. Far too often our true nature contorts to fit social situations in order to feel accepted. But by altering our self for others we compromise our sacred connection to the divine. There is no need to nurture a false self to experience happiness. You are …

Soothing over the Rough Spots

Our lives are not plotted out ahead. Events do not unfold exactly as we hope they would. The rough spots of our days chafe against our plans and inflame a sense of personal indignation. Day after day these indignities large and small build up around our hopes and dreams. This buildup limits our perspective on …

The Wonder of it All

The glory of our world is beyond words. One just has to open their heart to the infinite possibilities. The beach views this morning were magical. The sea foam was undulating in the strong winds. Marveling at it, I remembered reading that sea foam is the skeletal remains of microscopic ocean flora and fauna. Periodically …

You Have to Find

Picasso once said you cannot look; you have to find The other day I found these creatures on the beach. I am not sure what they are. The pattern made by the tides tossing them around reminded me of fractals. Organic patterns nest one within the other flowing from the microscopic to the cosmic. The …